If life were like Facebook, as soon as you cut yourself or your pet turned up bloody and gooey, you would rush up to a friend–even a very casual friend–and shove the gaping wound front and center into their field of vision for a reaction and hopefully sympathy. Some would run on by you aghast, while others would give you an onslaught of advice and links to Youtube and Vimeo videos with info on how to cure yourself.
If life were like Facebook, you might in a vulnerable moment share a deepest hurt, looking for encouragement and support; and on that particular day, your friends and family might walk on by, not even noticing your tears, deciding instead to focus on jokes, recipes, mystery killers, farm decor, and games.
If life were like Facebook, someone you had not talked to in over a year would jump out from the sidelines…
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